Inside my cap, on top of my head, I had small works of mine---at that time I used to make things where I used measurements, or I mummified them. Then in the streets of Paris I would walk through the streets, and I would come up to someone and a typical dialogue might be: "Are you interested in art, monsieur or madame?" and if they said, "Yes, yes," I would say: "Well you know I have a gallery." And if they expressed some interest I would say: "Here it is." There inside my hat were the works. They were perhaps a little bigger than this grape. And then we would look at the works. So with the Galerie Légitime I could go through the streets, I could go also inside houses and other buildings, and many things happened to the Galerie Légitime. For instance, when I was in Germany with another version I lost it, so I went around Frankfurt looking for my gallery. At another time my gallery was stolen.

-Robert Filliou (transcribed from Porta Filliou, video, 1977)

from RobertFilliou: From Political To Poetical Economy, Morris and Helen Belkin Gallery, Univeristy of British Columbia, 1994